'A mighty slow dance,' said Hoole. 'I 'd fall asleep between the steps.'
But even as he spoke the sounds became louder and more rapid, and presently in the midst of the now continuous booming a voice was heard, chanting in monotone. Into this broke a deeper growling note as from many voices in unison, and after the song and accompaniment had continued for some time with ever-increasing vigour and volume, they came to a sudden end in a short series of strident barks, half smothered by the clamour of the drums.
The four men had risen, and leaning on the rocks, with their faces towards the sounds, had listened to the strange chorus.
'It's extraordinarily thrilling,' said Trentham. 'I 'd never have believed that drums could make such music.'
'It trickles down my spine,' Hoole confessed. 'And they 're pretty nearly a mile away. What must it be on the spot? Say, if they start again, shall we creep along and see?'
'I 'm game. Look! They 've lit a fire. There's some ceremony on hand--not a thing to be missed.'
'Which means a feast, sir,' said Grinson. 'If you ask me, I say don't go. It 'll turn your blood.'
'Special if 'tis a man they eat,' said Meek.
'You two stay home; Mr. Trentham and I will go,' said Hoole. 'The rocks and scrub will give plenty of cover; besides, the feasters will be busy. We 'll be unseen spectators in the gallery.'
Heedless of the further expostulations of the seamen, Trentham and Hoole set off, and keeping well under the shadow of the cliffs, tramped rapidly towards the growing blaze. As they drew nearer to it, they moved with greater caution, careful not to come directly within the glow. The drums recommenced their slow tapping, and when the white men arrived at a spot where, screened by the bushes, they could see unseen, the dance had just begun.